A review by esselleayy
Soulmates Dissipate by Mary B. Morrison

1.0

*Spoilers ahead.

I can appreciate a fun, cheesy melodrama now and then, but this is just horrible. This is the first of a best-selling series by a well-known African-American author. I wish I could understand what people find interesting about it.

The writing is atrocious. Morrison's descriptions are totally redundant. Her "dark chocolate skin," his "caramel hand," her "dark chocolate thighs," his "caramel shoulders." So on and so forth. I think she tells about his "six foot frame" at least six times.

The BEST part, however, is the supplement at the end which serves as a self-help discovery workshop to help you, the reader, find your own soulmate. And by "soulmate," the story seems to mean someone who will secretly cheat on you with his mother's goddaughter, and then get you to have a threesome with his mother's goddaughter who is really his secret half-sister who has been taking fertility drugs to get pregnant with his baby--no TRIPLETS!--and then almost die by running her car into the San Francisco Bay. After all of that, of course, you will still love him because you are soulmates. Get it?

Yeah, this book is friggin' awful.